Death

It comes at you unexpectedly
coloring the October leaves
until you slowly realize that
you're not the one who dies

And the darkness slowly creeps
inside the corners of the temple
guarded by the flesh and bones
letting only melancholy to enter

Time slides, stubborn, inexorably
drizzling rain no one expects
yet here it is, zigzagging daftly
in a whirlwind of loneliness

Please don't show how to live,
but to live with the mantle of death.

'Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone'

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W H Auden

Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep -
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the day transcending soft night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry-
I am not there.
I did not die.

Clare Harner

Birth, is a terminal disease.

@Lionel-Hutz said
It comes at you unexpectedly
coloring the October leaves
until you slowly realize that
you're not the one who dies

And the darkness slowly creeps
inside the corners of the temple
guarded by the flesh and bones
letting only melancholy to enter

Time slides, stubborn, inexorably
drizzling rain no one expects
yet here it is, zigzagging daftly
in a whirlwind of loneliness

Please don't show how to live,
but to live with the mantle of death.

he done kicked the bucket
his life no longer sucketh

amen

@rookie54 said
he done kicked the bucket
his life no longer sucketh

amen

@mchill said
Thank You - Very happy and uplifting. 🙄

@Lionel-Hutz said
I live to serve.

@Lionel-Hutz said
I live to serve.

@Suzianne said
Vodka Martini - three olives, please.